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Can you make a part two of summer heat pleasee ❤️❤️❤️

sorry it took me so long to post this, babe! hope you like it <3

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jason newsted x reader │ word count: 2,6k │part 2

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends anymore?” he asked. You bit your lip, looking away, and he called your name softly. You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m not just gonna leave and ignore you after we hook up, okay? I’m not like those other guys you used to date either.”

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

After that hot summer day, you didn’t see Jason much for the rest of the week.

Not that you were expecting to see him; he had his own life, being in a band and working part-time, so it’s not like you could expect him to always be around. But after your last hangout, you couldn’t help feeling a bit anxious about him being MIA. Yeah, you'd agreed to keep things chill, but what if he’d changed his mind? What if he didn’t want to see you, or worse, what if he didn’t want to be friends anymore?

You also couldn’t help thinking about the last time you were together, and how Jason had talked about all the things he had in store to show you.

All in all, you spent most of your days pretty distracted, so much so that you totally forgot about your parents’ wedding anniversary and that they’d be away camping for the weekend. That meant you and your brother, Andrew, would have the whole place to yourselves for the next few days.

With him and Andy being so close and the pool in your backyard perfect for the summer heat, you figured you’d probably see Jason around eventually. And you were right; as you were getting ready to spend Saturday by the pool, you heard the doorbell ring and the familiar noise of your brother rushing down the stairs, followed by Jason’s voice.

You bit your lower lip, looking at your reflection in the vanity mirror as you finished brushing your hair, trying to ignore how his voice made your heart flutter. You knew if you didn’t want things to get weird, you’d have to go down and talk to him. It’s not like you didn’t want to see Jason, but you were worried he might see you differently after not talking to you for most of the week. Plus, no way in hell did you want your brother to suspect anything had happened between you two.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few knocks on your bedroom door. You stood up quickly and opened it, blinking in surprise when you saw Jason, not missing the way his eyes wandered quickly through your body before meeting yours.

“Hey,” he said, making a small smile instantly appear on your lips,  “Andy told me to come get you. I brought beer.”

“Oh, cool! I’ll be down in a minute, just need to change.”

“Gonna put on that cute black bikini?” he grinned, and your face flushed as you felt the faintest hint of butterflies growing restless in your stomach. “Don’t be long, then.”

You changed quickly into the black bikini Jason had mentioned, grabbed your sunglasses, a magazine, and a towel, then headed downstairs. You smiled as you walked out to the backyard, seeing Jason and your brother chatting and sipping on beers while the radio played some tunes softly.

“There she is!” Andy grinned when he saw you. “Beer’s in the cooler, sis. I was just about to head to the store to grab some snacks.”

“We’ve got those potato chips Mom bought in the cupboard,” you said, grabbing a bottle for yourself. You sat down in one of the lounge chairs by the pool. “You could bring us some dip.”

“On it. Be back in a jiffy. Don’t drink all the beer while I’m gone!” Andy said as he left. You chuckled softly, then leaned back on the chair, flipping through your magazine as the sun warmed your skin.

You blinked, surprised, when Jason took the magazine from your hands and sat on the edge of your lounge chair, his rough denim shorts brushing against your thigh. You raised an eyebrow, and he smiled.

“You’re just gonna sit there and read?” he asked. “Don’t you wanna come into the pool with me?”

“I just put on sunscreen. Gotta wait a bit before I can get in the water, you know?” you shot back, and he smiled. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he rested his hand on your thigh, his rough palm against your skin.

“You know you look hot in that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, and you blushed. You giggled, rolling your eyes.

“Jase, you don’t have to get all flirty just because we hooked up. I’m not like all those other girls you hang out with.”

“Of course not,” he inched closer. “I’m saying it because it’s true, though.”

Your breath hitched when he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue moving slowly against yours as he squeezed your thigh. Kissing him for the first time had been awkward, but now the feel of his lips made your whole body tingle, desire coursing through you like poison. He nibbled on your lower lip, and you sighed, resting one hand against his chest.

“What was that for?” you whispered, and he laughed softly.

“I missed your taste,” he said, making you blush. “I’ve been thinking about you all week…”

“If that’s true, then how come I haven’t seen you at all?” You tried to sound casual, but your voice gave away how upset you actually were. Jason raised an eyebrow, surprised, his hand moving from your thigh to your chin, gently tilting your head to meet your downcast eyes.

“I was busy with band stuff,” he said simply. You huffed, not entirely convinced.

“So it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be friends anymore?” you asked.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends anymore?” he asked. You bit your lip, looking away, and he called your name softly. You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m not just gonna leave and ignore you after we hook up, okay? I’m not like those other guys you used to date either.”

You sighed, feeling a wave of relief wash over your worries. You hadn’t fully realized how much your shitty past relationships had made you worry about Jason’s behavior. But Jason was right; you’d known each other for years, and you trusted him completely. It wasn’t worth stressing over stuff like this when you knew he’d never hurt you like other people had.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Jason hummed, gently caressing your hair before leaning in for another kiss.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his lips softly moving against yours. You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, a small sigh escaping your open lips as his hand caressed your thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to the growing wetness between your legs.

“What if Andy comes back?” you breathed between kisses, your face flushing as Jason pushed the fabric of your bikini aside, his fingers searching for your clit. “Jase, what if someone sees us?”

“We’ll just have to be quick,” he whispered, and you moaned softly when he pressed his fingertips against your clit, using his other hand to spread your thighs apart. You let out a small, surprised noise when he kneeled, pulling you to the edge of your seat before his tongue found your clit. You buried a hand in his hair, biting back a moan as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling and moving them slowly while he licked and sucked on your wetness.

“Fuck, Jason,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut as his touch made your whole body tingle, heavy breaths escaping your lips as you bucked your hips forward. Jason let out a breathy laugh, his fingers’ movements making you moan.

“Gotta be quieter, princess,” he whispered, and you rolled your eyes, laughter escaping your lips. Jason kissed your inner thigh softly, his tongue going back to your clit, the wet pressure of his movements making your breath catch. 

You closed your eyes, fingers tangling in his hair again, trying not to moan as the knot in your belly tightened. Jason picked up the pace of his fingers inside you, making your toes curl as you let out small moans.

“Jase…” you moaned, but he didn’t ask you to keep it down this time, too focused on pleasuring you with his fingers, his kisses, his tongue.

You moaned softly as you felt your insides squeeze around his fingers, starting slow but getting harder and harder until you threw your head back, your chest heaving as the intensity of your orgasm washed over your body, trembling as you tried to keep quiet. You gripped Jason’s hair a bit harder, rocking your hips as he helped you ride the waves of pleasure, his tongue’s movements getting sloppier until he finally stopped, pressing a soft kiss against your clit before putting your bikini back in place.

Jason got up, sitting beside you on the lounge chair before pressing his fingertips against your lips. You opened your mouth, tasting yourself as you sucked on his fingers, and he let out a low, satisfied sound before kissing you again. You moaned into his kiss, the fire inside you far from quenched as you pulled him closer, your hand sliding down from his chest to his belly and then to the button of his shorts.

“What are you up to?” Jason asked, his smile evident in his voice. You nibbled on his lower lip softly, undoing his shorts’ button and pulling the zipper down before palming his hardness through the fabric of his underwear, satisfaction blooming in your chest when you heard his breath catch.

“Gotta take care of this before my brother gets back,” you whispered, and he grunted as you pulled his underwear down, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He was so pretty, all hard and already wet with precum as you stroked him slowly. “What if he catches you like this, hard for his sister?”

“God,” Jason moaned, and you giggled softly. “If you keep talking like that…”

“What happened to being quiet?” you asked, and he grunted, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer for another kiss. You moaned into his mouth, massaging his cock’s tip with your thumb as you stroked him faster and faster.

“I’m gonna make a mess,” Jason moaned, his free hand gripping the edge of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. “Princess, when I cum, I’m gonna…”

“It’s okay,” you whispered in his ear before taking him into your mouth.

Jason let out a long, low moan as his grip on your hair tightened, and you moaned softly against his skin as you sucked on his cock slowly. You closed your eyes, tasting the saltiness of his skin against your tongue as you moved your head up and down, trying your best to fit him into your mouth while your hand wrapped around his base. You focused on his tip, pressing your tongue flat against it at first, then using the tip of your tongue to massage it in small circles.

He let you take the lead at first, but eventually the pleasure became too much; Jason grunted, bucking his hips forward, pushing his cock into your mouth, slowly, then harder, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pushed your head down. You gagged softly, closing your eyes as you let him take control, trying to steady your breath as he moved inside your mouth, harder and faster, his breath getting more irregular as he got closer to his peak. He let out a low moan, hips pushing into your mouth one last time as he came, and you moaned when you felt his thick cum shoot into your mouth.

You pulled away, barely having time to swallow before his lips crashed into yours, his hands pulling you closer, and you knew then this hadn't been nearly enough for either of you. You needed more of him, and you knew Jason felt the same. You leaned back in the chair, Jason leaning forward to keep kissing you as one of his hands grabbed your waist, his tongue moving against yours while you moaned into his mouth.

“I’m back!” you heard your brother’s voice from inside the house, and suddenly Jason’s lips were nowhere near yours as he stood up, quickly pulling his pants up and grabbing his half-full beer bottle. He settled into the other lounge chair as you hastily grabbed the magazine you were reading and opened it to a random page. You glanced up as your brother walked into the backyard, a plastic bag in one hand and a beer crate in the other, while you tried your best to steady your breath. “I got cheese dip and more beers. And some frozen pizza for later,” he announced.

“Thanks, Andy,” you said, trying to play it cool as you turned a page from your magazine. Andy frowned, looking confused as he glanced at you, and you bit your lower lip, heart racing as his eyes quickly scanned your face.

“Did you forget sunscreen again? Your face's all red,” he said, still puzzled, and Jason snorted. You looked away, trying to ignore how his comment made you blush even harder.

“You know what, I think I did. I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and put some on,” you stood up, eager to escape the situation and get away from your brother's attention. He shrugged, taking the spot you had vacated as his attention shifted to Jason.

“Dude, wanna crash here tonight? We could watch those new horror flicks I got,” Andy asked, distractedly reaching for the cooler. You stopped, blushing a bit when Jason lifted his eyes to meet yours, a small, mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

“Sure,” he answered, eyes locked on yours as he spoke. “Bet it’s gonna be a fun night, don’t you think?”

I want him to grab me and throw me over his shoulder, I’ll definitely kick my legs but I secretly like it🙂

Heyy! I'd like to request Viktor x f!reader, an academic rivals sort of thing. Lots of bickering, teasing and all that. I really love the concept, and I've read every fic I found like this, but I'd love to see it in your style!

So the reader is really frustrated, and they are arguing, lots of tension yk, then she accidentally confesses to liking him/finding him really attractive, so she turns all flustered and tries to deny it, aaand I'll leave the rest to you, maybe it could be smut? With a bit of dom Viktor, hehee

Thank you so much<33

Thank you for your request and patience!!! Loved envisioning Viktor in this 🥴

A/N: i had the woooorst hangover new years day oh my goodness

Characters: Viktor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: rivals to 'lovers', tension, dom!Viktor, teasing, praise (use of good girl), fingering, slight oral (f receiving), maybe a little ooc but I picture Viktor as a teaser

MINORS DNI

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In Piltover's esteemed engineering college, there were always self-proclaimed rivals in academics.

You stand in the entry hall, glaring up at the scoreboard for the most recent exams.

Your name was placed second.

Second to Viktor. An honorary student from the lower streets of Zaun. To be fair- he had clawed his way to where he was now. That much you could respect.

But come on. Really?

You were practically born reading, studying, bleeding engineering. This was your calling.

How was he able to score better than you? There's no way.

The sound of a metallic cane hitting the ground echoes in the hallway before stopping beside you.

You sigh, gritting your teeth.

A low chuckle can be heard,”Nice score,” the voice speaks smoothly, rolling the ‘r’ and looking your way.

You exhale angrily through your nose,”Oh, shut up.”

A mock look of surrender crosses his face as he raises his hands, cane hooked on his forearm as you cast a scathing look his way.

“Hostile, hm?” He smirks at you and you shove down the fester of butterflies swarming your belly.

With a scowl and a scoff, you turn and stalk off.

His pleased snicker can be heard, sending a jolt of anger up your spine.

The annual engineering designs contest was creeping up.

You were practically vibrating from excitement, having finally finished your own project weeks in advance.

In between that time there were seemingly countless exams that you had to cram study sessions in for.

As usual, it was a back and forth with a certain Zaunite for who claimed first place.

Frustration brewed in your belly, festering over time into something more aggressive.

The day of the Engineering contest was a huge success.

You had cleared your mind of all unease and submitted your invention, pleased with the professor's reactions along with your peers.

“Quite impressive, I will admit,” that accented voice sends a chill up your spine, and you turn to see Victor smirking at you and your invention.

”Sarcasm, how delightful,” you scoff.

“Not sarcasm,” he clicks his tongue, moving past you to peer down at your entry,”Interesting design- can’t help but notice its similarities to the early engineering of Piltover creations.”

You tense slightly, surprised,”What of it?”

He shrugs, a playful smirk on his lips,”Have you seen my invention yet?”

You narrow your gaze,”No, I have not-“

He keeps his smirk on his lips as he tilts his head towards where his invention is being admired. By many, you should add.

Even the Dean.

Hot, boiling jealousy brews in your gut.

You ended up storming out of the halls, needing to calm down.

You find solace in one of your favorite classes, Professor Daughtry’s room. Pacing back and forth, you attempt to calm down; looking at chemical compounds written on the chalkboard to formula’s on posters to distract yourself.

You’d worked so hard, going over seemingly countless versions of your invention in hopes to get the Dean’s approval and favor. With your parents breathing down your neck and now this overwhelming pressure to be the best- you couldn’t seem to calm down.

You hear someone approaching the room, door ajar.

“Sorry, can I please be left alone?” You mutter the most respectful way you can.

“This is a common area,” of course, it’s him and his stupid accent.

The hairs on your arm bristle up as you turn to glare at him.

He mockingly raises his hands in surrender, a small smirk on his lips. He walks in, allowing the door to slide closed behind him.

“Viktor- the door!” You yell but it’s too late. The automatic lock can be heard.

Professor Daughtry had it installed when one too many students snuck into his class to fool around.

“You- you imbecile!” You groan, crossing the room to try to pry the door open.

“Wiggling the doorknob isn’t going to unlock it,” he teases.

You whip around to glare, finding him already lounging against one of the tables by the front of the classroom.

“Oh- will you just- just shut up!” You scowl, glaring at him.

“Feisty,” he smirks, raising his hands again in mock surrender,”What did I do to get on your bad side, hm?”

You roll your eyes, huffing in annoyance. Your forehead comes to rest on the door, willing it to unlock.

Of course Professor Daughtry has an automatic lock, you think silently with an eye roll.

“Well?” Viktor hums, sitting against one of the desks.

You scoff,”What haven't you done?”

“Oh? There's more than one?” He smirks and you find annoyance in the butterflies that swarm everywhere inside you.

You narrow your gaze as you look at him fully, taking in his relaxed state.

Curse him to look so good in the Zaun colors. Curse him to have such a gorgeous set of golden brown eyes.

Curse him to be blessed with such a face.

Curse him, Curse him, Curse him.

“I was born to be a top engineer,” you scowl,”And you just come waltzing in being a know it all-”

“Sorry that I too, was born to be an engineer-” he looks bewildered, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up! This is my entire life-”

“It's my entire life, too! What are you going to do- sell off new inventions to the highest bidder?”

You glare at him,”What of it? Profit gets more creations made, all in the name of progress for-”

“For Piltover, right?” He huffs out a sarcastic laugh,”None of it for Zaun?”

You look at him in surprise, eyebrows shot up.

He smirks at you, but it's not the one you've found yourself liking,”Of course not. I am here in the name of Zaun, princess. Everything I do and create is in hopes that Topside will see that Zaun is capable of great things.”

“I never said-”

“You didn't have to, it's written on your face!” He shouts, pointing his cane towards you,”I see the way you glare, your judgement is based solely on the fact that I am from Zaun.”

“I'm not- glaring because of that!” You huff angrily, taking one step closer.

“Then why, huh? I’m scum to you? Filth from the undercity?” He steps closer too, cane hitting the marble flooring with a clack.

“You’re hot- you stupid-“ You cover your mouth instantly, face warming in embarrassment.

He stands still, eyes wide as he looks down at you in surprise before his mouth lifts in a smirk, an exhaled laugh leaving his now parted lips.

“That’s not- I-“ You stammer, backing up to the door and turning to tug on the knob while simultaneously hoping the floor beneath you would swallow you whole, saving you from this mess.

You rest your forehead against the door again, the cool varnish on the wood a contrast against the warmth in your face.

You hear his cane clacking against the floor as he steps closer before you feel him lightly hit the back of your ankle.

“Stop it-“

He huffs out a laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. You lift your head from the door, side eyeing him and that stupid smirk.

“So.. if I heard this correctly-“

”Ugh.. shut up,” you groan, clenching your eyes shut in pure mortified fashion.

He hits the back of your ankle again, taking delight in your embarrassment.

”You’ve been glaring and being a sour princess because you..” He takes a step closer,”Find me attractive?”

His cane is used to box you in against the door and you warily turn around to face him and the stupidity of your unfiltered mouth.

“No- that’s not-“ You try to deny but you’re shut up when he just smirks down at you, stepping closer.

“Oh? Well.. if that’s not the case, that’s too bad, then..” his voice is now bordering a sultry, seductive tone.

Your eyebrows scrunch, your confusion obvious on your face,”How- how so?”

He quirks a brow at your curiosity, a grin overtaking the smirk. He takes a moment, seemingly deciding if he wants to keep teasing you or just be out with it.

He deliberately lets his gaze trail down your front, tracing every detail, taking in every ripple of the university's uniform. He brings his gaze back up to your face, lingering over your lips.

He quirks up an eyebrow, waiting.

You inhale sharply, cheeks warming even more so, coming to the blatantly obvious realization that he was openly checking you out.

There’s a long pause, followed by him taking a few steps back to lean against the teachers desk. He rests his cane against the side, looking back at you before beckoning you with a quirk of his fingers.

It’s like a command you’d been praying for- you step forward so quick, hands coming up to cup his gorgeously sculpted face before you’re tugging him down to meet your kiss, clumsy at first but desperation obvious.

He’s just as desperate, hands pawing down the back of your vest, cupping around your waist firmly.

You release a shaky moan against his lips, leaning into him as he takes charge of the kiss, licking at the seam of your lips and invading your mouth. One of his hands come back up to cup the side of your jaw, tilting your head back.

You brace yourself, palms pressing down on either side of him on the desk, only to jump and pull back at the loud clang of his cane hitting the floor.

He huffs out a soft laugh, cupping your cheek again and tugging you back in, tongue pressing into your mouth.

“Mmph-“ You moan against him, pawing down his front before carefully unbuttoning the top buttons of his vest.

“Eager, are we?” He says once he pulls back from the kiss, lips now slightly red.

“Shut up-“ You huff in annoyance, but you’re stopped when he grabs your wrists.

“That’s not very nice.. is it?” He hums, eyes darkened with lust as he gazes down at you.

Your cheeks flush, swallowing thickly before rasping a soft,”Sorry-“

”Sorry for what?”

You’re surprised even more so, mouth agape in confusion.

“You must be so used to always getting what you wanted, hm?” He gently but firmly cups your chin, tugging you closer, teasingly brushing his lips against yours,”What are you sorry for, Princess?”

You chase, but he holds you firmly, ensuring you’re not able to get what you want. You whine softly, pleadingly looking up at him but he remains stoic, now, a disappointed look in his eyes.

You swallow thickly,”I’m- uh.. I’m sorry for telling you to shut up-“

”Very good,” He praises, and your thighs clench beneath the long skirt of your uniform.

He grabs your chin, tugging you back in for another heated kiss before pulling back to unbutton your vest. You get the message, unbuttoning his as well and helping him out of it before shrugging yours off.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs in praise as he helps unbutton your shirt, sliding it down your shoulders, his hands gently tracing down your arms, goosebumps following soon after.

You shake it off, cheeks flushed as you undo his tie and unbutton the first few buttons of his dress shirt, but leaving it on to admire his disheveled look.

“Enjoying the view?” He teases, beckoning you back in.

You roll your eyes but follow his call, sighing with bliss when he cups the side of your neck, fingers lacing into your hair to tilt your head to press kisses down your throat.

His touch sends heat through your body, your thighs tense beneath your skirt. You inhale sharply as his fingers unhook the back of your bra, carefully slipping the straps down your shoulders- your nipples harden in the cool air and it's almost like you can see his gaze darken.

His touch is careful, moving his hand from your hip up, up over your ribs to cup the underside of your breast and thumb over your hardened nipple.

He huffs softly,”To think- all this strife and annoyance could've been avoided..” He smirks and pinches your nipple, reveling in your soft yelp,”If we would’ve talked sooner..”

“Please,” you rasp softly, hands fumbling as you grip over his ribs, pawing at lean muscle and soft skin.

“Oh? Begging sounds so nice coming from your lips,” he praises softly.

You huff, leaning in to chase his mouth but he just chuckles at your eagerness, burrowing his fingers into your hair and tugging just right, a whimper escaping your throat.

“Please, what, princess?” He coos, tilting his head and giving you a lust filled look in his honey brown eyes.

You struggle to form words, licking your lips before finally managing to beg,”Touch me-“

“You’ve got to be specific, gorgeous, how am I supposed to know where?” He firmly cups your tit, nipple hard in his palm,”Here? Or..”

His knee suddenly presses between your legs, grinding into your clothed cunt.

“Mmmph- Oh, ahh-“ you whine, eyes fluttering.

“I’m almost tempted to make you get off like this, Princess,” He smirks, kissing your temple almost fondly, feeling immensely intimate,”But.. I’m not cruel.”

He disconnects from you, sliding over to the teachers chair as he uses the desk for stability, before beckoning you over and again, under his spell, you follow without hesitation.

He grips your hips, pushing you back against the desk and guiding one leg up onto the arm of the chair he sits in. He kisses the inside of your knee and you inhale shakily, stabilizing yourself against the desk with a white knuckled grip over the edge. His hands bring your skirt up, bunching up around your waist as he ushers you to lay against the desk.

He whistles teasingly, eyes lighting up as he sees the mess of wetness between your legs,”I haven’t even started, princess..”

“Don’t- don’t tease me,” you murmur in embarrassment, averting your gaze as warmth covers your cheeks.

“But you’re so fun to tease,” he coos, bringing the chair closer to kiss your inner thigh,”Take them off for me?”

You narrow your gaze, only to stop when he raises his eyebrow. Despite the embarrassment, it seems your need for him outweighs it, so you carefully shimmy your underwear off, not missing that he grabs them and stuffs them into his pocket- when you also spot his tented trousers.

“Spread them,” he taps your thighs.

You listen. Of course you do, almost like you were hypnotized by his voice and he can’t help the smirk almost permanently etched into his lips.

“Good girl,” he praises, petting your outer thighs and pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin inside, lingering as he groans from your scent.

He trails his hand up your other thigh, spreading you further before his thumb brushes over your swollen clit.

You squeak, releasing a shaky moan when he grins and rubs his thumb over it softly, not enough to get you off but enough to have you needy and whimpering for more.

“So greedy,” he murmurs against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Viktor- please,” you beg, gripping the edge of the desk with a pleading look in your eyes.

He chuckles, but decides to not tease, instead choosing to spread your folds with a pleased groan at the slick glistening on your cunt. He prods, allowing your slick to wet his fingers before looking up at you.

“Tell me to stop whenever, ok, Princess?”

You nod shakily, warmth gathering in your chest.

“Use your words, now..”

”Yes- I will, Viktor,” you stammer softly, chest heaving at his command.

He nods his approval, carefully pressing his pointer finger into your heat, groaning at the vice-like grip he’s greeted with. You open up so beautifully for him, gummy walls welcoming him almost greedily.

You huff, whining softly before slumping against the desk with a squirm of your hips, almost trying to pull him in more.

He pulls his finger back, then presses back in more, up to his knuckle, getting you used to the stretch. He listens to your soft, airy moans with a satisfied grin.

He presses another finger in, curling both upwards and gently pulling back just to press in harder, other hand holding you down flat against your stomach, thumb rubbing over your clit with precision.

Of course he’s a natural, you think to yourself with a huff before a moan is almost punched out of you as the pads of his fingers press something inside of you. You lift your head, dazed, as you peer at him only to groan at the self satisfied smirk on his mouth.

He sucks a mark into your thigh, speeding up his fingers and thumb, listening to you moan louder and longer, babbling nonsense and repeated pleads.

“Please- oh, don’t stop-“ You beg, head shaking back and forth against the desk.

“You sound so good, all desperate,” he coos, thrusting his fingers into you faster gradually,”Makes me wonder how you’ll feel riding me.”

You moan out loud at the imagery, your walls tighten up around his fingers and he groans, nipping into your thigh.

He keeps at it, grinding his fingers into you faster and harder as you gasp, whine and squirm against the desk. You babble, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to that crest.

“Please- please, oh-“ you moan, back arching into his hands.

“You’ve been so good for me,” he praises,”I think you deserve a treat.”

He removes his thumb from your clit and you almost groan angrily only to yelp in pleasure as his mouth seals over the sensitive bud. He flicks his tongue over it, circling and sucking until you shriek out a moan, sure to have echoed around the empty class as you find your release.

After the mind numbing orgasm, followed by him licking your slick from your folds and his fingers, he pats the outside of your thigh to get your attention.

“C’mon, princess,” he coos.

You tiredly sit up from the desk, peering down at him as he sits back with a cocky smirk.

He points to a button on the inside of the desk,”Did you know that I was the one that installed the new locks to Professor Daughtry’s class? He requested that a secret button be placed on his desk that only he should know about- to unlock it, of course,” He tilts his head,”Sure, there’s a key that he carries, but there are perks to being one of the students he likes.."

He lifts a lone key after grabbing it from his pocket.

You raise your brow in confusion.

“We won’t be bothered at all,” he smirks, a lustful glint in his gaze as he scoots that chair back with his good leg before unbuckling his belt. He taps the floor with his foot,”Show me what else your mouth is good for.”

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A/N: got some more im working on!!

Yes

does this happen to you

erik is cool with anything unless it'll bother charles.

yall why is he looking at the camera that way, why is he in a model's pose, how can oil and angles make someone look like THAT

Hey could i request a james hetfield x reader where she is a metalhead and badass and they meet at one of his gigs and he's like star struck because she is every metalhead's dream girlfriend but she only has her eyes for him and the boys are jealous and teasing him?

I love this idea! Hopefully I did it the way you wanted it to be :)

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Y/N POV

Metal has become very populair in the music industry and you couldn’t be more happy. Hearing the very first album of iron maiden made you completely obsessed with the genre. While other girls were more into the glam metal and hair metal you found yourself being the heavy metal kinda girl. That included wearing tons of band shirts, ripped jeans, leather jackets and even battle vests. But today you decided to not wear jeans and you got changed into a black tight dress and styled it with your battle jacket.

Your friend Mila got you tickets for a new band called Metallica. They made it big once their album kill em all made it out. They made sure to feature their new album everywhere. I put on my black boots and ran downstairs grabbing my purse that had a lipstick and perfume in it. And of course my wallet. “Mom I’m heading out with Mila to see Metallica. I will be back tomorrow. Will sleep at Mila’s that’s why!” I yelled since she was still upstairs cleaning the house. “Sure thing! Have fun sweetie!!” She yelled back. I made my way over to Mila’s house and I waited in front of her house. After a minute of waiting she came out from the back door and gave me the biggest smile. “I’m so excited for this new band. And apparently their singer is really hot.” Mila said smiling from ear to ear. She was just like you. Liking heavy metal and listened to the same bands you listened to. The only thing she didn’t do was dressing like it. She wore a cute 80s outfit like every student wore.

We both got to the concert. It was indoors so you showed your tickets to the guy that worked there and got inside. The place was already filled with 700 people. You and Mila were one of the last to enter since the place wasn’t that big to fit more people in. “Come on let’s get a drink first.” I said and we both got ourself a beer and already danced to the music that was playing through the speakers. After a while some boys came approached you. “Wel hello there beautiful?” One of the man laid a hand on your waist and tried to pull you closer. You were disgusted by his appearance and grabbed his hand of your waist and twirled his arm behind his back. Nearly breaking it. The man cried out in pain. You let go and got on with the night as you saw him walking away from you.

After a hour of waiting the band came on stage. And Mila was right. The lead singer was indeed hot and talented. His voice so manly and the way he shred his guitar. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Mila!!!” I said turning to her. “Yes??!!!” “He’s mine now.” Mila laughed at your comment. “Told ya he was hot!” Both you and Mila started headbanging and doing air guitar moves. Matching up with both the guitarist. Also dancing the night away. While you were so focused on dancing and having fun. You had no idea the lead vocalist was looking at you while smiling. Being stunned by the perfect girl in the crowd. He could look at you all day.

Of course Mila noticed how he looked at you and tapped you on your shoulder. I stopped my dancing and looked at her smiling. “He’s looking at you.” She said bouncing like a crazy kid. I looked at his direction and she was right. He was looking at me. God he’s beautiful.

The show ended and the band left to go backstage and chill out a bit. “Think we can go talk to them?” I asked and looked at the way they disappeared in the hallway. “Yes let’s try it.” She grabbed your hand dragging you through the crowd of people. She tried to catch up with them to see what door they walked in. And she succeeded. She saw what door they walked in. You and Mila ran to the door and before someone could close the door. You hold it back from closing. A boy with long black curly hair looked at you confused. “Sorry to interrupt but that was some good performance.” I said crossing my arms and leaning against the door. “Ow well thank you! Glad you enjoyed it!” He said opening his arms as a welcome. He wanted us to join them. So you two entered the room and he closed the door.

“I’m Y/N by the way and this is my best friend Mila. We are big heavy metal fans so this was a opportunity for us to actually make more friends with boys like you. Not many people believe in heavy metal girls.” The boys were stunned to speak. A beautiful girl like you had just entered the room and she also loved heavy metal just like they did. The room was quiet for a while so you broke the silence by slowly couching sarcastically. “Ow Yeah. I’m Kirk. And that is Lars, Cliff and James” they all waved at you and James was the first person to walk up to you. Holding out his hand for you to shake. You accepted it and gave him a big smile. “I like your voice” I said. He had no idea what to say to you. Still stunned by the perfect girl in front of him.

“Oehhhh someone’s in loveeee” Lars said grabbing kirks face and pretending to kiss him. Recreating a fake scene of you and James. “Ow shut up.” James said smiling. I simply just rolled my eyes. But it also made you blush. “Well if James doesn’t want you then I’m the one that’s gonna shoot a shot.” Cliff said smiling at you. But the death glare James gave him made him instantly back away bursting out laughing. “I thought you weren’t in love with her.” He said laughing even harder. Lars and Kirk joining him. “I never said that.”

“Oeh james blushing.” Kirk laughed pointing at James face. James couldn’t handle the teasing so he playfully attacked him. Nearly knocking him to the floor. You and Mila looked at each other rolling your eyes. “Just tell him you like him. It will prevent these boys from killing each other.” Mila whispered in your ear. You have always been confident so when you were about to stop this teasing and tell him you like him too. A knock was heard on the door. All boys stopped their fight and I looked their way. Asking permission to open the door. They all nodded and stood up. Trying to act normal again… without succes.

You opened the door and saw the same man that tried to touch you earlier the night. “I’m sooory… for doing … that.” He said slurring over his words. He was obviously drunk. “What do You want?” I asked in a hard tone. James made his way up behind you to see what’s happening. Not only for that but also so he could protect you. His love instincts kicking in. The man didn’t say anything but only licked his lips and tried to touch you again. Before James could grab his hands and shove him off you, you were already striking a amazing move. Grabbing his arms and kicking him in the nuts. He groaned in pain falling to the ground. “Next time I’m cutting your balls off. You understand?” I yelled at him slamming the door shut looking pissed.

“Wow. That was some move.” James said looking a bit terrified. “Yeah I’ve learned how to fight since I was a little girl. My dad always made sure I was able to protect myself from creeps like him.” I looked at him smiling. “But don’t worry I won’t do that on you.” I smiled. “Haha thanks. Don’t wanna loose my nuts you know.” I burst into a laughter. He joined me. “Uhm you wanna go out for a drink tomorrow?” He asked me. He looked a bit nervous since he just saw what I did to that guy. “Call it a date.” I said winking.

He nearly fell right there since his knees got weak. God you are literally perfect and he couldn’t wait to spend more time with you. Making him yours!

End.

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So I hope you liked it. Might gonna do a part two that includes the date but we will see.

Other then that my request are still open so send in whatever you want!

Bye <3

hi im the same person that requested the restaurant thing i have another idea😭🙏🏻

brothers bestfriend type thing? and sort of age gap but not too much of an age gap. AND ONE MORE THING. size kink😜. i sound stupid af but 👍

FIRST OF ALL I KNOW THIS REQ IS OLLDDDDD I SWEAR I STARTED WRITING IT THE DAY I GOT IT BUT THINGS PILED UP

the size kink part got a tad bit lost I think, lmk 😭

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ¹⁹⁸³

Well, James was always there, ever since my brother came home from school with him when they were kids. He was a year and a half older than me, and as time passed by, I could only develop a crush on him.

He was sweet, shy, the kind of guy who charmed in his own nervous little way. Over the years, I had learned to hide it inside, watching from afar as he and my brother had become like glue.

It was on one of those quiet summer nights, when everything changed. James had been sleeping over our house, just like countless times before.

My brother and him had been watching horror movies late into the night and now there was a complete death like silence as everyone drifted off to sleep.

I had stayed awake reading a book, when finally I finished it. I decided to go downstairs and quench my thirst with a glass of water from the kitchen.

I walked down the dim hall and rammed into what seemed to be a solid, warm mass. I looked up to find James standing there, his hands balancing me with a surprised grin.

"Sorry," I whispered, flushing my cheeks.

"No problem," he answered in a low pitch, the resonance of his voice hoarse in the silence of the night.

We stood for a moment, and the silence was heavy with an unsaid tension. His hand seemed to linger on my arm, and I felt the heat from his skin through the thin material of my pajama top.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, leaning casually against the wall.

"Couldn't sleep," I replied. "Just getting some water."

"Same here," he said with a faint smile. "Your brother's snoring is impossible to sleep through."

We both chuckled softly. I could feel a strange nervousness between us.

"Well, I should probably go back to bed," I said and took a step into my room.

"Yeah, me too." But neither he nor I moved an inch.

I looked back over where he was standing outside the door, feeling emboldened, almost flirtatious. "You want to come in for a little while? If neither of us can sleep..."

James hung there for a second before nodding. "Sure."

I walked ahead into my bedroom and closed the door but not completely. James followed me and closed the door behind him, the click seemed loud, as if we were doing something taboo.

We sat on the edge of my bed, and an awkward silence fell between us, pushing us apart and pulling us together all at once. James looked at me, in his eyes, a search for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he turned to me and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're different," he spoke softly. "More grown up. I can’t believe I’ve known you all these years.” He smiled, thinking back.

I felt my cheeks go warm, and my heart skipped. "Well, I’m almost 19," I chuckled, trying to sound casual.

James chuckled and barely touched his hand to my cheek. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

We just looked into each other's eyes for a long while. I felt the blood rushing to my face, and my mind raced with things I had never dared to think before.

The next thing I knew, I was leaning over, slowly locking my lips with his. It was hesitant at first, like he was scared to go too far, but when I eagerly returned, he deepened it.

My hands finally met his shoulders, and I held on to him like he was my anchor onto the world. His hands moved down my back, leaning us down right onto the bed.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he panted between kisses. "You're my best friend's sister.”

"I don't care," I whispered back, my fingers tangling in his pretty, long hair. "I want you, James. Please."

He groaned as he crumbled, and he kissed me again, his hands on my body suddenly quick in their roaming.

We sort of tumbled onto the bed, frantic, before he paused for a moment, looking at me worriedly.

"Are you 100% sure about this?" he asked again. His voice was still so soft and tender.

"Mhm," I hummed, heart thudding. "But…James, there's something I need to tell you first."

"What is it?" he asked as his eyes scouring mine.

"I, uh… I'm a virgin," I murmured.

His eyes widened, and he let out a shuddering breath as if he was shocked. "I'll be gentle," he promised, and his lips ghosted against my forehead. "But I can't promise I won't tease you. You're just too irresistible."

His words had me giggling. "Okay then, Hetfield," I whispered back.

James kissed me once more, his hands striving slowly up and down my body. He dragged his lips down my neck as his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt. He pulled it off me, revealing my bare chest, and he let out a deep groan at the raw sight.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned, his lips trailing down into my chest.

I whined as he kissed and nipped at my skin, his hands making quick work of my Bra. He flung it out of the way as his lips moved down to my breasts, his tongue flicking and tasting over my sensitive nipples. I moaned softly, trying to keep quiet so we wouldn't be heard.

I was turning to jelly at the look of him, so much bigger than me, leaving me in his shadow as he devoured me.

His hands slipped further down my body, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. He pulled them down, along with my panties, baring everything for him.

"You're perfect," he said, his eyes raking over my body. “So delicate.” He pulled my legs apart again, tracing with fingers the sensitive skin on the inner thighs.

It was then that my body started shaking as I bit into my lip. "Please, James," I begged, needing him more than I had ever needed anything before.

His fingers danced at my entrance, and he smirked. "So needy," he murmured. The combination of amusement and desire was a heady thing in his voice. "I love it."

I whimpered and mewled, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I repeated, the word more than desperate.

Finally, James slid a finger inside of me. I gasped at the sensation, my back arched off the bed. Sure I’d fingered myself before, but having James do it… God, it was unreal.

He moved in slowly, his touch light as he explored each crevice inside of me.

“That’s it," he muttered, his eyes dark and swimming with his long held desires. "Doin’ so good."

He added a second finger, stretching me open while he continued stealing kisses from my lips. I felt myself becoming wetter with tick and motion. "James," I moaned, my hands clawing at his shoulders as my voice bounced off the walls.

"Shh," he whispered back, his lips grazing against my ear. "We have to be quiet, remember?”

I nodded, clamping my teeth together to keep myself from moaning as James worked his fingers inside me further while his thumb Very slowly worked my clit. The feeling was enough to make stars dance in front of my face. "You feel so good," he sighed, full of awe. “I’m still shocked you’re a virgin.” James snickered.

His tongue roamed every inch of my body, kissing and exploring my shivering skin. He stopped when he reached the core. Looking up, he grinned wickedly at me. "Fuck, I can't wait to taste you."

My cheeks burned, my body racked with a tremor of exctement. James's mouth finally landed on my clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from crying out.

James worked me with skill that left me to wonder how many times he'd down this before, sucking and licking me to the edge a number of times before pulling back and teasing.

"Please," I begged, never once thinking James would have me in this position. Towering over me, reducing me to a puddle of moans. "I need you, James, bad..."

He raised his gaze to mine, something dangerous flickering in his head as out eyes found each other. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, almost amused.

I nodded wildly, like I was a deprived animal. "P-Please, James."

He moved back up my body, ridding himself of his shorts and boxers. His arousal sprung up agaisnt his lean stomach. Sure, I'd seen a few dicks in porno mags that my friends had, or some idiot in school. But this was different. He was raw, just a inches away from me.

I took in every detail of him, from the small patch of well groomed hair, to his impressive length. James gripped himself with a groan, teasing himself a second as he glanced up at me.

I nodded just as he was positioning himself between my legs. His cock he guided to my entrance, where the tip was sort of teasing me as he hovered above my body. "This might hurt a little," he said, his voice soft and low. "I'll go slow."

I nodded again, bracing myself against the possible pain. I gripped James shoulders as he stayed close, letting me hold onto him for support.

James pushed forward, and the head of his cock slipped inside me. I winced at the unfamilia feeling. He paused a little, giving me a moment to adjust, then pushed further. The pain was aching at first, but it slowly began to morph into something much more.

"You're doin' so good," he mumbled. "Good girl."

I blushed as the praise inflated my heart. James moved very slowly, each thrust quite careful, very calculated as he found his way deeper inside of me. The pain began to turn, replaced by a growing pleasure that had me moaning just softly for him, the boy I'd known for years, making me feel so good.

"That's it," James murmured, staring into my eyes as I squinted. "Take me, baby. You're doing so, so good."

I wrapped my legs around his waist while he began to move a bit more confidently. "James," I whined, the tips of my fingers dug into the divets of his shoulder blades.

"Shh," he whispered as he caught my lips in a hushing kiss. "We gotta be quiet."

It was surreal. I could feel the curve of every vein, every dip as he rocked inside of me, finding my sweet spot within seconds and focusing on it.

I nodded, bit my lip to silence my whines as James began to drive faster into me, the room filling with slick and obscene noises.

"James," I gasped, already needing to cum. I knew he could tell by the way I was clamping around him.

"I know," he groaned into my soft neck. "Let go, baby. I've got you."

I came with a keening cry, toes curling as I smushed my face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds tumbling from my lips. James was quick to pull from me, leaving me loose and missing his stretch. He squeezed and pumped his fist on his cock, locking eyes with me for a split second before the inevitable finally happened. He groaned softly, his head drooping to rest against my shoulder.

With a final whine, his hand slowed and I could feel the warm squirts of cum paint my abdomen, dripping down as he milked his final drops.

We sat frozen for a second, our naked bodies sweaty and glistening in the dark room. James gently smiled, motions tender and careful. He lay down beside me, snatching me into his arms.

"Are you okay?" he queried softly, his voice sounding perfect. How could it get any better than this? bathing in the bliss of our post sex euphoria, his voice in my ear and arms around me.

I nodded against his shoulder. "more than okay..."

James smiled, his eyes so warm. "You were amazing," he said, lazily pecking my forehead.

"I should, uh... clean off..." I giggled as we both glanced down at my cum-smothered stomach. James cheeks went a dark pink as he laugh.

"Get up, I'll help you," James smiled, helping me out of bed to assist in cleaning ourselves.

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